Page 58 of Crave

Christina was aroused and dripping, but wound up tight. As she became accustomed to my touch, she spread her thighs, lifting her ass toward me. I smiled as her pussy opened like a velvety pink flower.

Increasing the pressure, I massaged her roughly, working her swollen clit between my fingers, savoring her moans and cries. Without warning, I sank two fingers into her tightness.

She moaned, bucking her hips, so eager that I curled my fingers to rub her G-spot. Her whole body was flushed. I was a big guy, huge hands, and I could imagine how full she felt.

“What’s this?” My voice was soft and knowing. “The little bride isn’t a virgin.”

Her breath caught, and she shook her head. Her dark hair and gauzy veil hung around her face.

“You’re not an innocent girl after all.” I spread my fingers, stretching her hot pussy, twisting inside her as I pushed her toward the brink. “Did you fuck your husband early, sweetheart? Too impatient to wait for the wedding?”

“Goddammit, yes,” she breathed, quivering under my possessive touch.

“Then it’s a good thing I found you. Because I know exactly what to do with an impatient little girl.”

“Please…” Her pussy tightened on my fingers, and she let out a long, helpless moan.

“Someone’s turned on,” I hissed. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, little lamb? Since you’ve been owned completely? Has your pussy forgotten what it feels like to be fingered? Don’t worry, baby. I’ll remind you.”

Her juices spilled onto my hand as I plunged my fingers deeper into molten heat. I brought my thumb up to play with her clit, and she shuddered with pleasure.

She was approaching the edge. So I pulled my hand free. I wanted to play with my prey first.

“What a good girl you are, showing me your pussy.”

An inarticulate noise escaped her mouth. I took her supple ass cheeks in my hands and pried them apart, exposing her further.

“And what a naughty bride you are, offering your cunt to the wolf.”

Fishing an ice cube from the bucket, I pressed the freezing chip against her tight opening. Christina groaned, her thighs flexing. Her veil floated above her back.

“No, no, don’t move away, little lamb. I’m worried you’ll overheat. Your pussy’s so hot, this will all melt in no time. And you’re going to hold still until it does.”

She growled curses at me as I rubbed the cold cube over her lips and clit and pushed the last bit of the chip inside her. When I followed it with another, she shrieked. And another. Her pussy was beautiful: flushed, swollen, pulsing, every secret crevice displayed for me.

“I hate you,” she gritted.

“Now, now,” I crooned, “none of that.”

I picked her up, swinging one arm under her knees and the other around her back, and tossed her on the bed. She landed with a thump, staring up at me,

“No, oh God no, not in the dress…”

We’d played with protesting before. I knew she’d use her safe word if she needed it. But to make sure, because that dress was fucking expensive, I grasped the voluminous skirt in my hands and looked into her pleading face.

“Hell yes, I’m going to take you in your wedding dress, girl. You’re mine to do with as I please. Now turn over.”

My gaze was cold, but I paused, giving her time to respond. With some effort, she managed to roll into her stomach. The dress was tight, constricting her movements. Some nights, that would appeal. But tonight, I wanted her messy and thrashing and helplessly letting go.

I undid the bow at the back, pulled at the corset-style lacing, and slid the zipper open to her waist, admiring my handiwork. Much better. Without warning, I flipped up her foamy skirts again, baring her deliciously rounded ass.

A smack on one smooth cheek stained it with red. A sob left her mouth, and my vision blurred with arousal. My dick strained at my slacks.

“On my lap, princess.”

She scrambled to obey, hampered by her half-undone gown. Dragging her over my lap, I pinned her glittering waist in place with my arm, the dark sleeve of my tux jacket contrasting with the trailing pale laces criss-crossing her warm brown skin.

Almost mindless with lust, I peppered her ass with smacks. She shrieked and writhed in my rough grasp.

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